Sequencers and synths dominate, much of the rough initial energy is lost (but the two Synchronicity tracks still have an insane drive) and Sting takes center stage, leaving the others to fight over the scraps (the icy Miss Gradenko from Copeland and the crimsonian Mother from Summers), but the album is a grand farewell with the legendary Jungian diptych, the animistic King of Pain, the retro Every Breath..., the subtle perversion of Wrapped Around..., and the refined exoticism of Tea in the Sahara.
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